Evening, Salmon Village.

Because large and delicious salmon can be caught from the nearby river, it was named after it.

This was originally a gathering place for a group of bear-men with brown fur.

But now, many other monster races have been forcefully inserted into it.

Originally this was just a small village where 300 werebears lived, but now ten times more other monsters came in, and it suddenly became very crowded.

Therefore, they are seizing the time to expand the wooden houses in the village or build simple shacks.

But due to time constraints and large numbers, there are still many monsters that can only sleep on the ground.

Naturally, food is also very tight. Monsters do not have the habit of bringing their own dry food, so many monsters are hungry.

Doc was the leader of the three hundred bearmen who originally gathered in Salmon Village. He originally owned a spacious and clean wooden house.

At this time, that house had been commandeered by a tauren, and even some decent houses in the surrounding area had been snatched away by other tauren and centaurs.

They are an out-and-out privileged clan in the Thunder Legion, and with their inheritance, their strength far exceeds that of ordinary monster clans.

As for the other three thousand monsters of mixed races, they came here only because they obeyed their orders.

As for Dok himself, he had no choice but to huddle with his tribesmen in a small house that was originally used as a woodshed.

It is small and humid here, but fortunately there is a roof to protect it from wind and rain.

It is precisely because he is the leader of the bear people that he has the opportunity to live in this woodshed with his cronies.

Many tribesmen had to huddle with a group of outsiders in corners or under trees to keep warm at night, which made Doc very angry.

At the same time, he was helpless. Three hundred bears were nothing compared to an army of three thousand mixed monsters.

A dozen werebears, who were more than three meters tall, surrounded the woodshed, and a bonfire was lit in the middle of these big men.

There was a chipped iron pot hanging on the bonfire, and delicious salmon soup was boiling in it, but there was more soup and less meat.

Among them, the guy who looks the strongest and has three claw marks on his right eye is Doc, the leader of the bear people.

These three claw marks were just scars. They did not affect his vision, they just made the bear-man look more fierce.

Doc picked up a wooden bowl and roughly scooped up a bowl of fresh white and thick salmon soup from the pot. He didn't care that it was very hot and swallowed it in his stomach in a few random mouthfuls.

Feeling his body getting warmer, Doc licked his mouth and sneered: "Blackbird, tell me!"

The bear-man called Blackbird looks smaller than the tribesmen around him. He is a rare spellcaster among the bears, and he has mastered some crude druid spells.

He can transform himself into a giant black eagle with excellent eyesight, or use some ineffective healing spells.

They are all relatively practical low-level spells, and they also make him second only to the leader Doc among the bear-men.

Bearmen are always very direct in their speech, and Blackbird is no exception.

Taking a bowl of fish soup from Doc's hand, Blackbird said: "I saw with my own eyes that those Chimeras who were usually arrogant fled back from the other side in a very miserable way."

After taking a sip of the delicious fish soup, he continued: "Of more than a hundred adult chimeras, only about seventy escaped in the end. The silver dragon on the opposite side is much more powerful than the green dragon last time."

Cassiopeia once had the idea of ​​​​the Thunder Legion, but she had nothing to do with those Chimeras.

Originally, she wanted to develop the strength of her flying retinue first before going to trouble the Thunder Legion.

But then a red dragon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, forcing her to focus on other places.

The news that a hundred chimeras had fled made the dozen or so bear-men around them look at each other and talk in low voices.

Werebears look honest and talk very little, but in fact their minds are much smarter than most monsters who only know how to kill.

The wooden bowls filled with fish soup were alternately held in the hands of the bears. Doc said with a cold face: "Who do you think will have the last laugh this time, Kouru or the silver dragon opposite."

A bear man spoke first: "Boss, regardless of which side will win the final victory, we will soon be overwhelmed by the Thunder Legion!"

Another bear man said angrily: "Yes, those damn tauren and centaurs not only robbed our cabins, but also took away our food. Many cubs in the tribe are already starving!"

"I think they want to throw us on the front line as cannon fodder. Even if the gnolls are just a bunch of garbage that only knows how to eat and make feces, if there are tens of thousands of them..."

"..."

Some other bears also expressed their dissatisfaction with the current situation one after another.

Originally, they lived in Salmon Village without any worries, and everything was pretty good.

Even if you need to pay a certain share of food to the Thunder Legion on a regular basis, at least you can rely on the food provided by the nearby rich hunting grounds and rivers to have enough food and clothing.

But everything changed after those damn tauren and centaurs came. How could a small village that originally only had 300 werebears support 3,000 monsters with bigger appetites than the last.

More importantly, the meat hunted and the salmon caught must first be supplied to the tauren and centaurs who did not contribute.

These original members of the Thunder Legion have now become out-and-out exploiters.

Suddenly, Blackbird asked: "So, do you want to take the clan members away from here?"

The dozen or so bear people around them all fell silent. They have lived here for more than a hundred years, how could they give up this place so easily.

Doc shook his head and said: "Run away, where to? Is it Dragonblight or other places in Norland Forest?"

If you want to go to the Dragonblight, you have to pass through the Black Heart Territory of the Thunder Legion, and the rest of the Nolan Forest is occupied by the silver dragon.

Faced with this situation, a bear man said in despair: "Then what should we do?"

At this moment, the bearman, who had been holding his hands out, came in and handed Doc a piece of animal skin with something written on it.

According to the Ursine Guard, a hawk descended from the sky and handed it to a brother when he was trumpeting outside.

And they clearly expressed their request to be handed over to their leader Doc.

After reading what was written on it, Doc threw the hide into the fire.

There is a row of common language written on the animal skin. Most of the werebears can't understand the words, but Doc and Blackbird can.

"Instead of running away and doing nothing, maybe there is another way out..."

A cruel smile appeared on Doc's face. They only stayed in the Thunder Legion for food and a territory to survive.

If there is a better choice, then it is not impossible to take a risk and move to another place.
Chapter completed!